Chapter 219

"You let go!" Du Manning refused him. The man in front of him said that he would not take advantage of her. At this moment, she had been pushed on the wall with her back against the wall and had nowhere to escape. His petite body was tightly held in his arms, and her stomach was writhing and nauseous.

"No, I don't think I can let you go. Tell me, what do you want? Famous car or luxury house? Or jewelry, I can give it to you, as long as you follow me... "

"Get out of here!" Du Manning was angry and bent his legs to kick his crotch, but Jank was obviously on guard against her. When she bent her knees, Jank immediately put his hand on her leg and caressed her smooth skin inside her knees. He breathed quickly. You can imagine how excited he was at this time. He trembled and said in a low voice: "your skin is very nice, smooth and tender, you know? I noticed you as soon as you entered the bar. It's almost dawn. I'm not dumped by my boyfriend, is it

Du Manning's dizziness was severe. She felt his unruly hands. Du Manning struggled fiercely. The strength of alcohol was fermenting in her body. Everything in front of her was spinning rapidly. She had to shout for help from passers-by, hoping that someone could find her danger at the moment. But Jank had enough patience with her, directly covering her mouth. Dumanning gasped desperately, but her anxiety and suffocation made her faint quickly.

"Honey, I wanted to hurt you." Jank's eyes were full of color, looking at the beauty who fell in his arms. Where was there a trace of that gentle gentleman's appearance the moment before? With an obscene smile in his mouth, he picked her up. When he turned back, he saw an elegant man looking at himself with a smile. His eyes were fixed on the beauty in his arms and said, "it seems that you are very interested in my woman?"

Jank was stunned, shrugged his shoulders and said with an embarrassed smile, "did you recognize the wrong person, sir?"

"The child is seven years old. Can I admit my mistake? Do you think you should consciously give her back to me, or should I do it myself? " As soon as the smile on his face closed, Nangong Han was full of coldness. Jank hesitated for a moment and sighed with regret: "I'm so sorry. I saw this young lady getting drunk in the bar, so I want to send her home. Since you are her husband, I can only give her to you."

Can't help but look at Du Manning's beautiful drunken face again and swallow saliva. Then he reluctantly handed the beauty in his arms to Nangong Han. Nangong Han took it and gave it a cold smile: "for your sake, I want you to touch her hand."

Jank didn't understand him at all. He just watched him walk to the luxury car not far away with the beauty in his arms. As soon as he saw the extended saloon Rolls Royce, he had a bad premonition in his heart. This premonition soon became reality. The scream came. Nangong Han looked back from the reversing mirror and pursed his lips to show his heart at the moment How unhappy love is.

Back to the long lost viewing Pavilion. Seeing Nangong Han safe and sound, Zhao's mother couldn't help crying with joy. However, seeing that he was holding Du Manning with an angry look on his face, she didn't dare to ask where he had gone. She just prepared breakfast for him and handed him Du Manning's clothes.

Picked out a pink lace pajamas, familiar with the back of her stained with wine and other masculine clothes, angrily threw aside, this will be careful to hold her to the bathtub bubble! Du Manning is still asleep. Because of alcohol, her skin is white and red. Nangong hanjue's heart is completely relaxed. When he opens the remote camera in the hospital, he finds that she is lying in the arms of a strange man like octopus. At that moment, jealousy is like wild grass growing wildly, which makes him most angry.

He quickly searched for her position and positioned her with the locator once installed on her. When he drove to find her with the fastest speed, he saw that the man's hands were on the bend of her leg. He could hardly suppress the impulse to crush the man. If his old wounds had not healed, he would have let the ungrateful man taste his fist.

He opened her head and helped her clean her body seriously. Looking at her thin face, he could no longer suppress his inner desire. He lowered his head, kissed her small mouth and drew her beautiful lip shape. The person in his arms whispered, and his small hand was powerless to refuse him, shaking his body and curled up together as far as possible. She is not sober yet, but her subconscious action makes him feel distressed. His anger is suddenly thrown to jiuxiao cloud. He slightly releases her, helps her wipe her body, and then changes her into pink lace pajamas.

Du Manning woke up with a splitting headache. Her mouth was dry as if a fire was burning in her throat. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't say a word. Weak to support their own body, the whole brain as if the car ran over the general pain. Looking around at the familiar room, her heart is cool, messy memories like a movie back to mind, the last memory stops in a strange man who can't name.

My God! Du Manning fiercely lifted the quilt, the body has been replaced by a comfortable pink lace pajamas, pajamas is not the inch of their own. The pajamas are really beautiful, but they scare her eyes. Her face was pale and her lips were trembling. The memory before she fainted was that the man was making a fuss about herself. She would not be eaten by others, would she? But how did she get back to the pavilion? Is Nangong Han?The more he thought about it, the more likely it was. Du Manning's forehead began to sweat. If he found himself in another man's bed, my God! Let's just bump her head. Just thinking, the sound of the room opening came, Du Manning immediately stiff body, lift eyes to see Nangong cold hands holding tray, action elegant came to the bed, don't look at her cold voice: "thirsty? Do you still have a headache? Let's drink the sobering soup first, and then have some porridge. "

She took the soup and quietly took a few mouthfuls to moisten her throat. Her mind was in a mess. She tried to suppress her shaking voice and pretended to be relaxed: "how can I be here?"

Nangong cold meal, conveniently pulled a sofa chair, the body to sit up, cocked his legs, mouth with a touch of ridicule smile, glanced at her and said: "you are not here, where do you want to be?"

"Well, no! I mean You How did you find me Although it is difficult to speak, but does not mean that does not exist, summon up the courage, she still asked. After the words, she didn't dare to breathe. She held the bowl tightly with her hands, and her fingers were white. But Nangong Han just stares at her and doesn't want to answer him. Although Du Manning did not look up, he still felt the burning eyes.

This made her feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. Quiet and lonely spread between the two people, every second as long as a century, which makes Du manning a little restless, not to look at Nangong Han's face. Nangong Han did not answer her question, but asked: "why go to the bar to get drunk?"

Du Manning was silent. She didn't know how to answer. She couldn't say it was to forget him, could she? Fortunately, Nangong Han did not tangle on this issue, but the next sentence made Du Manning want to die. Just listen to South Temple cold way: "that man is who?"

"Which man?" Du Manning felt his voice trembling desperately.

Nangong Han's face was cold, and his hands were around his chest. He didn't answer Du's words, but his eyes were fixed on Du's pale face, and his little hands clutching the hem of his pajamas. There was a trace of heartache in his heart. But as long as the thought of that man's face, his eyes cold a few minutes: "the man who took you home."

Take her home? My God! In the hazy impression, she did get into the man's car, and the man really wanted to do something wrong to himself. Did he really do something wrong to himself Du Manning didn't dare to think about it. At this time, Nangong Han stood up from the sofa and came to her. He crudely reached out and pushed her down on the bed, and then the whole person directly pressed her up. Du Manning had not recovered from the extreme regret when he saw that he was staring down at himself, and his expression seemed to swallow her alive.

"What are you going to do?" She opened her eyes wide and looked at him in horror.

"Do what you did before." Nangong Han's big hand held her hands, and then fixed them on her head, chin against her face. He felt her delicate and smooth skin with Hu Zha, which was itchy and slightly painful. Du Manning's heart was even more frightened. Her face of fear, such Nangong Han she is not never seen, but never this moment to frighten, his eyes revealed anger, evil spirit, calmed Du Manning, let her subconsciously want to escape.

"Let go of me!" Du Manning began to struggle. She missed him, missed his arms, and the faint smell of tobacco on him. I miss his overbearing and doting. But in the face of his anger, she didn't want to use her body to calm down, not to mention that she had just been with other men She couldn't face him in her heart.

Feeling her struggle, Nangong Han's face was more ugly. His big hand covered her, and his heart trembled to feel the temperature of her in his own arms, but it was evil to cling to her lips and said coldly: "why should I let you go? That man can. I can

When Nangong Han finished this sentence, he himself heard the strong jealousy. The damned woman ran to other men's arms in a flash. He must punish her well.

"What did you say?" Du Manning looked at him, her slightly open clothes and deep and lustful eyes made her heart beat wildly. But his cold words directly sent her to hell. There is no respect, there is no love, there is only disdain and disdain.

"I said other men can do it, I can do it more." Nangong Han repeated it again. Du Manning was extremely cold in heart, and suddenly had an uncontrollable anger. She fiercely refused him. Her face was flushed with anger, and her eyes were full of tears. She said in a cold voice: "is Mr. Nangong wrong? I'm a person, not your goods, what kind of man I'm with, it's not your turn to say three four! It's just a whim, a moment of passion. That's what I'm willing to do. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with Mr. Nangong, does it